Refusing to marry a wealthy family: the young mistress fled 99 times

The man had a bad temper, so he was helped to the bed, and with a strong wave, he swept the things on the bedside table to the ground.

Walking over, two servants pressed his feet.

The blond butler ordered something, probably for the servant to make hangover soup or something.

Ximen Longting drank too much, and his whole body was on fire. He had promised Jing Jiaren not to drink, but there was nowhere to vent his anger and frustration.

The servants lined up by the bed.

Those holding washbasins, those holding towels, those holding hot tea... stand in a row.

Wilson raised his hand, and the servants went up to look after him according to their duties.

A servant was in charge of wiping his face, a servant was in charge of massaging his body, and a servant was in charge of feeding water. The worst luck was that the teacup was turned into his hand, and Ximen Longting couldn't get close at all.

Jing Jiaren blinked and looked at it with some puzzlement.

What kind of young master from other people hugged him to such an extent?

Can afford so many servants, but can't live in a big house?

And judging from the decoration in the western-style building, the texture of any crystal lamp is extraordinary. The room under the light refraction has a low-key luxury, and the wallpaper has the pattern of a retro court.

Jing Jiaren looked at her house again. Compared with it, it immediately seemed that she lived in a very low-end life.

Jing Jiaren sighed, she was actually peeping at people at night, when did she have such a bad taste?

Jing Jiaren closed the window, lay on the bed, turned over and over again, but she didn't seem to fall asleep.

He got up again and took a sketchbook from the desk, leaning on the pillow cushion, and drew casually.

Originally I wanted to draw clothes, but as I was drawing, I started drawing people's faces...

She didn't think too much about it, she just painted according to her feeling.

When the outline of the person's face gradually hardened and began to take shape, it turned out to be a man's face.

When the pupils are outlined, the bridge of the nose is as tall as a jade mountain, and the lips are thin...

Jing Jiaren's hand loosened like an electric shock, and the tip of the pen rolled down on the bed.

She actually drew Ximen Longting, the man who only appeared in Meng Kui's sketchbook.

Although the painting is not yet finished, the entire outline has already appeared. The man who is so handsome and charming seems to be about to come out of the painting and embrace her into the evil.

Jing Jiaren took a deep breath, tore off the page, crumpled it up, and threw it into the trash.

After sketching some more clothes, she felt a little sleepy.

It's just that the things she designed are all men's clothes, and the proportions of her body are very similar to the man next door...

The man in the beautiful woman's dream at night began to change from blurred to clear.

He was as tall and mighty as the man next door, with a strong figure and long legs.

Wearing the clothes she designed, he undid the wild buttons one by one, pressed her against the wall, and merged with her.

It was as if their bodies had joined each other so many times.

It's just that in the dream, I still can't see the man's face.

But he is domineering.

【Jing Jiaren, you are only mine! 】

Proclamating in her ear over and over again, his actions are pampering and domineering.

The familiar rhythm~ the movement is endless, I can't help it.

good night's sleep...

When Jing Jiaren woke up, her lower body was sticky and her cheeks were slightly red. She actually had a spring dream again?This is the third time in two months!

There were scattered sketch papers scattered on the bed, and she picked them up one by one, and they were all men's clothing, which she was not good at before.

But this series was unexpectedly inspired, and the paintings were of a super standard.